BladeWarm of Trill

[ismo]

Just for an update: everything is still crappy. This reminds me of something, so I'm going off on a brief tangent. I've been taking COVID-era surveys from some researchers at the University of Michigan for over a year now. Recently they sent me another one, kind of a wrap-up since they don't plan to survey again until next year. They asked me if I thought anything had changed during COVID. I responded succinctly, "Yes: everything is permanently fucked up." I am charmingly frank when surveyed and I hope they enjoy my wrathful and impertinent responses. I imagine two nice young women rolling their eyes and going "Oh, it's HER again." Anyway . . . I am still experiencing a lot of pain and discomfort all day every day. It is getting OLD. I am so tired of coughing I can't even tell you, but the alternative is letting my lungs silt up like the Mississippi Delta. I still don't have a fever. I gave in to obsession and tested myself yet once more, and I STILL don't have COVID. It's so unfair. I had a flu shot! The injustice!! I am indignant.

I went to the grocery store to get vegetables, mostly. That's what we run out of fastest. Vegetables and ice cream. It all seemed kind of futile, since I can't imagine cooking anything any time soon. Did I mention that the Diva has COVID now? My poor child! Probably she got it at work. I think she's starting to get better. It was kind of a nice day out, sunny and not too cold. I felt sad that I couldn't go out and enjoy it, but I needed to crawl back onto the couch. Later, I crawled back into bed and took a nap. I'm so behind on everything.

Today is the anniversary of Dr. Nurse's wedding. Just four years ago, my mother was still alive! In fact, she was staying with me, along with the Nipper and his family. Queenie and the Fireman also came, and we had a big birthday celebration for her and the Nipper, both of them April birthdays. After the wedding, Mr. Science and his kids stopped by for some leftover cake, because one of them has an April birthday too. My mother was loving it. As Queenie said yesterday, she was "barely alive," but she stayed up extra late to be with her grandchildren. It was a beautiful thing, but it seems so long ago . . . .

Okay, now I'm going to go back to bed. I hope I don't wake up in the middle of the night, too uncomfortable to sleep, as I did last night. It is sad indeed when a person longs for some mighty gesture of rebellion and defiance, and all that comes to mind is to maybe not floss one's teeth . . .

Comments

[oracne]

Am I tempting fate if I ask if you've had a pneumonia shot recently? Could it be bronchitis?

[ismo]

Thanks for asking, but yeah, I'm all caught up on my pneumonia vax as well. I guess it could be bronchitis, but that wouldn't really help, because there isn't any cure for that either. I've had this illness repeatedly throughout my life, and it's always the same. I've been to doctors a bunch of times about it, but they never have anything to offer other than "It's a virus. You'll get over it." Which, yeah, I probably will. I always have before. But it's miserable until I do.

[oracne]

MISERY WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Get well soon.

[propellerbeanie]

I hope you get better asap! Wish I could cheer you up somehow. Would it help to know that even in your illness you have the writing chops to make me laugh out loud? That list line is hilarious!

Re: Get well soon.

[ismo]

Hi, propellerbeanie! So nice to see you here! I think it's super cool that you can post from your traveling outpost! And thanks, it does help to know that at least my misery can provide some entertainment. Writers love to be appreciated, even if it's our death squawks.